The Storms of Change Chapter Twenty Four
Title: Progressions
Story: The Storms of Change
Series: The Sentinels
Words: 999
The autopsy room of Torchwood was dark and empty but he didn't know why he was there or how he'd gotten there. His last memories were a little fuzzy but he was sure he'd been in a deeper part of the underground base.
Shrugging he walked up the stairs and into the main area. It was also darkened but there were emergency lights illuminating what he had to assume were the more important areas. He made his way to one of the computers, curious about what was going on.
He stopped mid stride when he became aware of a strange feeling coming from his right thigh. Eyes widening he jumped away when he say that the side of the table was sticking into his thigh. His brain only barely realized, as he lost his footing and fell, that his thigh had been see through.
He landed under a table and stared up at it in shock. What had just happened, how had it happened? People just didn’t walk through objects like that. So what had happened to give him that ability? It had its advantages, made sneaking into places easier not to mention escaping. He wondered if there was any kind of gym or recreation building that saw a lot of people taking their clothes off anywhere near. He could have so much fun spying on the naked people.
First he had to get out of Torchwood before they came back. Screw the diamond, they'd probably already taken it for themselves and used it. It was just a 'Jack' thing. Yes, he really needed to get out of Torchwood.
He sat up in surprise when he suddenly found himself outside by the waterfall. It was dark out, stars twinkling in the sky surrounding the full moon. Creepy.
He got up slowly, cautiously because is someone was screwing with him, he was going to fucking kill them. He was going to find out what had happened and he was going to fix it. Not the walking through things part, he liked that.
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"We are impressed that you are here by yourself instead of going through Jonathan like most of the younger Sentinels do," Adalam said.
After his first encounter with the Ascended Council Ianto had searched for them in the Database so that he could put a name to their faces and have their background. Some, like Adalam, while respectful to the Sentinels were less likely to overlook the laws for them. They were balanced by Kitana and other like her who had, in some way been family to a Sentinel.
"I prefer to get thing done on my own," Ianto replied.
Adalam smiled, "So we can see."
"You know why I am here then?"
"We do," Kitana said. "But we cannot give you permission."
Ianto looked at them all to see that each one of them was in silent agreement. Not one of the seemed to be even displeased by it. He had never heard of anything like it.
"Why not?" he asked angrily. "The hardest part, the one you would have objected to has already been taken care of."
They shared a glance, "We know, and under different circumstances we would not hesitate to grant you your request," Solpricia said. "But sometimes we are given glimpses of the future and your friend's unique condition is needed."
"Only once that vision is fulfilled will we allow you to heal him," Adalam added.
It made sense, Ianto accepted, but how long would Owen have to remain a zombie? How long would he have to suffer?
"I can agree to that. How close am I to a punishment?"
There were chuckles all around and Kitana answered, "You tend to shy away from using your powers and when you do you use them to heal. We consider healing a lesser offense then using your powers as a weapon."
"Right," Ianto said slowly, "not that close then."
He bowed to them and prepared to leave when a thought occurred to him, "You know, the whole council thing is kind of archaic. When's the last time you had new members?"
"Are you saying our method of government is ineffective?" Jaquez asked darkly.
Ianto shrugged, "When the administration stays the same, it is. Times change, you haven't."
"The Laws don't," Jaquez snapped. "Even though we are more lenient with them. That's the problem with you Sentinels, you tend to forget."
"And you no longer give a shit," Ianto shot back before he left.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
When the Time Agency fell, it didn't just involve the closing of the institution. A registry of all the Agents was taken up and then subsequently killed. Hunted down and slaughtered. There were rumours that a few survived but even if that were true the Agency was never coming back. And that was a shame. The ability to travel time had been man's greatest advancement since space exploration and to lose that was damaging.
The technology of the Agency had been mostly stored by the organization that had taken them down. No one knew exactly who had done it, but many believed it had been the White Soldiers, in their ships more advanced than anything in both the past and the future. However the deepest circles of the underground markets had somehow acquired the wristbands that allowed the Agents to travel time and other, various devices. If you knew where to go, you could get anything.
He knew where to go, he knew what he needed and he knew how to get it. Nothing would stop him, nothing could stop a man determined as him. He'd had a minor setback, but in the end things would turn out exactly as he wanted it to and then nothing would be the same.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Story: The Storms of Change
Series: The Sentinels
Words: 999
The autopsy room of Torchwood was dark and empty but he didn't know why he was there or how he'd gotten there. His last memories were a little fuzzy but he was sure he'd been in a deeper part of the underground base.
Shrugging he walked up the stairs and into the main area. It was also darkened but there were emergency lights illuminating what he had to assume were the more important areas. He made his way to one of the computers, curious about what was going on.
He stopped mid stride when he became aware of a strange feeling coming from his right thigh. Eyes widening he jumped away when he say that the side of the table was sticking into his thigh. His brain only barely realized, as he lost his footing and fell, that his thigh had been see through.
He landed under a table and stared up at it in shock. What had just happened, how had it happened? People just didn’t walk through objects like that. So what had happened to give him that ability? It had its advantages, made sneaking into places easier not to mention escaping. He wondered if there was any kind of gym or recreation building that saw a lot of people taking their clothes off anywhere near. He could have so much fun spying on the naked people.
First he had to get out of Torchwood before they came back. Screw the diamond, they'd probably already taken it for themselves and used it. It was just a 'Jack' thing. Yes, he really needed to get out of Torchwood.
He sat up in surprise when he suddenly found himself outside by the waterfall. It was dark out, stars twinkling in the sky surrounding the full moon. Creepy.
He got up slowly, cautiously because is someone was screwing with him, he was going to fucking kill them. He was going to find out what had happened and he was going to fix it. Not the walking through things part, he liked that.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
"We are impressed that you are here by yourself instead of going through Jonathan like most of the younger Sentinels do," Adalam said.
After his first encounter with the Ascended Council Ianto had searched for them in the Database so that he could put a name to their faces and have their background. Some, like Adalam, while respectful to the Sentinels were less likely to overlook the laws for them. They were balanced by Kitana and other like her who had, in some way been family to a Sentinel.
"I prefer to get thing done on my own," Ianto replied.
Adalam smiled, "So we can see."
"You know why I am here then?"
"We do," Kitana said. "But we cannot give you permission."
Ianto looked at them all to see that each one of them was in silent agreement. Not one of the seemed to be even displeased by it. He had never heard of anything like it.
"Why not?" he asked angrily. "The hardest part, the one you would have objected to has already been taken care of."
They shared a glance, "We know, and under different circumstances we would not hesitate to grant you your request," Solpricia said. "But sometimes we are given glimpses of the future and your friend's unique condition is needed."
"Only once that vision is fulfilled will we allow you to heal him," Adalam added.
It made sense, Ianto accepted, but how long would Owen have to remain a zombie? How long would he have to suffer?
"I can agree to that. How close am I to a punishment?"
There were chuckles all around and Kitana answered, "You tend to shy away from using your powers and when you do you use them to heal. We consider healing a lesser offense then using your powers as a weapon."
"Right," Ianto said slowly, "not that close then."
He bowed to them and prepared to leave when a thought occurred to him, "You know, the whole council thing is kind of archaic. When's the last time you had new members?"
"Are you saying our method of government is ineffective?" Jaquez asked darkly.
Ianto shrugged, "When the administration stays the same, it is. Times change, you haven't."
"The Laws don't," Jaquez snapped. "Even though we are more lenient with them. That's the problem with you Sentinels, you tend to forget."
"And you no longer give a shit," Ianto shot back before he left.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
When the Time Agency fell, it didn't just involve the closing of the institution. A registry of all the Agents was taken up and then subsequently killed. Hunted down and slaughtered. There were rumours that a few survived but even if that were true the Agency was never coming back. And that was a shame. The ability to travel time had been man's greatest advancement since space exploration and to lose that was damaging.
The technology of the Agency had been mostly stored by the organization that had taken them down. No one knew exactly who had done it, but many believed it had been the White Soldiers, in their ships more advanced than anything in both the past and the future. However the deepest circles of the underground markets had somehow acquired the wristbands that allowed the Agents to travel time and other, various devices. If you knew where to go, you could get anything.
He knew where to go, he knew what he needed and he knew how to get it. Nothing would stop him, nothing could stop a man determined as him. He'd had a minor setback, but in the end things would turn out exactly as he wanted it to and then nothing would be the same.
Chapter Twenty-Five